I need to get out and run. I have the feeling in my legs. My gut is just too much for me to handle right now.
BUT I like smoking. I'm going to have a smoke in a minute. As soon as I stop typing, I am going to grab a cigarette. Sure life is great when I'm jogging, except for the fact that my knees kill me after running too hard and I have a habit of running too fast for what my body can handle. I like smoking except for the small little puss balls that form in my tonsils. Mmmm.
OK. I'm putting on my shoes and I'm heading outside. No, not the running shoes. My brown leather Thom McAns and I'm gonna get that ciggie lit up.
I just wish I could find that happy medium that lets me enjoy both worlds.